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9/23/o6 sat.


It's so hard.

They tell me to step on the brake

as though

I won't break.


And so I perish.

Just like this land.

Lost forever

in the sands of time.


Years pass by

and they lavish me like a work of art.

As though I've become celestial

and blessed has become my heart.


Their beliefs are feeble

and nostalgically unbelievable.

Their ideas shift

and they all seem full of shit.


My entity has become scarce

as it looks down up the world.

My halo is cracked, and a forbidden tail grows --

I have become a corrupted girl.


The want to say it is there.

The need is also present.

But there's no reason for it

because it assures it wouldn't be pleasant.


There is nothing else

except to give up self respect,

which is something I've already done.

And now I exist here and wonder what else is to come.